Here's another short piece inspired by an ancient Roman Myth. Now this chapter does contain a bit of adult content so if you're not exactly comfortable with that, DON'T READ IT!
*Elwynn Forests. Years before the Third War*
Near a small village of the Elwynn forests, sat a huge and wealthy Manor beside a lake. The head of the family that resided within the mansion was the so called 'ruler' of the nearby village. The tyrant continues to spread his influence through the forests, spreading to nearby villages and enslaving its people.
And of course, like all villages, there were rumours and legends about a being that lived within the dense woods of the forests. These rumours spoke of a Spirit who takes up the form of a man, punishing those who would commit heinous crimes against others.
Within the Manor in the slave dorms…
A teenage girl with silky blonde hair and clear, blue eyes sat on her bedside wearing a black lingerie due to the tyrant, looking out the window into the dark, misty forests of Elwynn Forests. As the brilliant moonlight reflected off her tanned skin, her thoughts continued to drift back to the stories of the "Spirit of Elwynn" her grandmother use to tell her before she was taken away to this Tyrant's manor.
Putting her hands and closing her eyes into a praying position, she got to her knees before whispering softly. "Great Spirit of Elwynn. Please, accept my offering and punish this tyrant."
As she opened her eyes, nothing appeared to happen as the wind whistled past her window and into her small room. Sighing, she stood up as she turned her gaze to the full moon amidst the dark, night sky. "I still believe."
A sudden knock disturbed the quiet atmosphere as her wooden door swung open, revealing a Manor guard. Speaking with evil intent, he quickly grabbed hold of her upper arm, almost dragging her out of the room. "The lord has need of your services."
Walking through the many corridors of the Manor, the guard directed her to a room with two huge, wooden doors lined with gold. "Head on in." He said as he opened the door.
As she hesitantly walked in, the first thing that caught her eye was the huge bed that sat on the opposite side of the room. A huge chandelier appeared to hang down from the middle of the ceiling whilst the floor was carpeted with a soft, red material.
Taking a few steps forward, she suddenly stopped as a door to her left swung open, revealing a massive, fat man with a shaggy beard and lustful eyes. Wrapped in a white towel, he took a seat at his bed as he looked at the girl. "Ah! So you've arrived."
"Yes." The girl spoke before adding hesitantly. "Sir." The girl reached her left hand up to rub her right arm, clearly uncomfortable.
The fat man laughed and clapped as he spoke. "Cindy, was it?"
"It's Sin." She corrected quickly, clearly not the first time someone's got her name wrong.
"Cindy suits you better." Said the man with an evil grin. "You are still a virgin? No?"
Sin's eyes slightly widened as the man asked her. Looking down and lowering her head, she stuttered. "Y-Yes…"
Laughing once again, the man continued. "Perfect!" Getting up from his bed, he began to approach the fearful girl as she began to back away.
"No wait! Sir! Please! Don't do this! Please!" She began to beg as her back hit the door. Reaching for the door knob and twisting it, it was clear that it was locked from the outside.
As he reached her, he quickly grabbed her right arm as his right hand darted to her treasure beneath, rubbing it with his middle finger. "There's no escape. Why don't you just...enjoy this rather than struggle."
Gritting her teeth and closing her eyes, Sin shut her eyes as a tear drop appeared on the corner of her left eye. "Great Spirit. Please. I give you my life. Just please, don't let this tyrant get away with his crimes against the people. Please, accept my offering. Please…"
Hearing nothing but silence, she continued to squirm under the man's grip as he quickly grabbed her and tossed her onto the bed. Getting on top of her and pinning her arms above her head, he began to remove his bath towel, revealing his fully erect manhood as it sprung up and faced Sin.
Smiling, he grabbed her head and began to push her towards his rod. "You will have to do this eventually."
Now poking at her lips, Sin continued to struggle, attempting to move her head away or at least turn her head. Smelling his stench despite his recent shower, her thoughts drifted back to when she was a young girl about the age of 7 or so.
9 years ago…
In the woods near the small village, Sin skipped around, collecting the various flowers that grew in the area and placing them into her small basket. As she continued on deeper into the woods, her eyes caught something glowing near the stream up ahead.
As she approached, her gaze wandered towards a man who knelt beside the stream, his right hand in the water. He appeared to be wearing a black Roman Centurion's armor lined with gold, his helmet to his side. Twin swords were strapped to his belt as his handsome face looked into the stream.
As Sin walked closer, small lights appeared to dance around him, almost as if they were happy. "Who are you?" The young girl asked.
Raising his head at the sudden voice, the man stood up to his full size, a good 8ft tall, as big as any orc, as his short black hair seemed to shine slightly. His once monotone and intimidating face quickly softened as he looked down at the small girl in a red dress with his brown eyes. "I am Damocles."
"Damocles?" Asked the girl as if the word was supposed to mean something. "Well I'm Sin."
Smiling, Damocles approached the girl and knelt down. "Why are you here, so deep in the woods, little one?"
Looking at him with her bright, blue eyes, she replied with a big smile. "I'm collecting flowers for my mom. It's her birthday today so I thought I'd surprise her." Holding up the basket and showing him the various flowers she had already collected.
With a slight chuckle, the man replied in a soft yet hardened tone. "I think she'd love them."
"You really think so?" She asked with a hint of suspicion.
"Yes, I believe she would." He replied. A short silence followed as the girl smiled brightly before asking. "What're you doing here mister?"
Slightly surprise at her question, he hesitated before replying. "I'm out here to do a favour for my sister."
"A favour? For your sister?" Asked the girl with curiosity.
"Yes. My sister loves experimenting so she asked me to collect a lily flower." He spoke as the girl listened. "But I cannot seem to find one." He chuckled.
Reaching into her basket of flowers, Sin pulled out a light blue flower, not yet blooming. "Here Mister."
Surprised once more, Damocles took the blue flower in his gloved hand, looking at the girl. "Isn't this for your mother?"
The girl simply grinned at his question. "It's ok. I'll find more."
Chuckling once more, the man got up to his feet and looked down at the girl. "Thank you, Sin."
"No problem Mister." The girl swayed slightly. "What are those, by the way?" She pointed at the glowing orbs that danced around him as he looked towards where she was pointing at. Smiling, he replied. "They're spirits."
"Spirits? But aren't spirits supposed to go to the afterlife?" Asked the girl as she recalled her teachings.
"Some spirits fail to pass on to the afterlife, that's why I am here to guide them." He replied as he looked down at her.
"You're a shaman?" She asked.
"Not exactly. But I guess I'm somewhat similar." He said before a voice called out from the opposite side of the stream.
"Hey Damo! You got what we needed yet?" Said a young man with short brown hair, similar features to Damocles and wearing a red trench coat with a white T-shirt and jeans. A massive sword could be seen strapped to his back as he crossed his arms.
"Yes, Dante." Replied Damocles as he looked towards the young man.
"Good. Then let's get a move on already old man." He said as he began to turn away. "Hey Kiddo." He gave a wave before dashing off into the woods.
Turning his gaze back to Sin, Damocles gave off a smile before following Dante. "It was nice meeting you Sin. And thank you for this flower."
Returning his smile, the girl watched with surprise as Damocles suddenly disappeared in a misty turquoise before reappearing on the other side of the stream, dashing after Dante at incredible speeds and leaving a ghostly trail of his movement behind. "I'm not that old yet brother." He shouted in the distance.
Current time….
Sin continued to struggle as the tyrant attempted to force his fat manhood into her mouth. Hoping once more, Sin prayed within her mind. "Please Great Spirit. Please help me. Help me. I'll do anything."
As nothing happened once more, her beliefs began to sway as she called out. "Help me Damocles!"
The candles within the room suddenly dimmed as the fat man looked around in shock before shouting out. "What the hell was that?! Guards!"
Getting off of Sin for the moment, the man looked around the room in fear. Walking towards the door and reaching for the doorknob, he quickly backed away as one of the doors opened, revealing the same Manor guard that dragged Sin to the room.
"What the hell is going on?!" Shouted the Tyrant in a loud voice. Silence followed as the guard looked at him blankly. "I said...What the hell is going on! Answer me!"
The man pushed the guard with both hands, expecting the guard to react. However, the guard simply fell backwards, his armor hitting the ground as the sound echoed through the enormous house. Backing away in fear, the man continued to look around the room.
Sin seemed to look around as well, wondering what exactly was going on despite her hunches. The temperature of the room suddenly dropped as well, goosebumps appearing on her shoulder as she curled up slightly.
As the man looked towards the door, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine. Turning around, his gaze was returned by a pair of dark, sinister red eyes. The man that now stood in front of him appeared to be wearing a full set of black Roman armor and a centurion's helmet all lined with gold. Tattered pieces of cloth could be seen under his pauldron as his cape was ripped to shreds once upon a time. As the man looked into this Centurion's eyes, he felt his soul ripping away from him.
The centurion's face itself appeared to be emotionless and covered in black and white paint. Drawing his twin blades, he angled them at his side as the Centurion continued to stare at the tyrant.
"W-Who..Who are you?" Asked the fat man in a fearful voice.
Replying in a ghostly and raspy voice, the Centurion replied. "I am Damocles…."
Gulping, the fat man mustered the courage to ask yet another question. "W-what do you want?"
The Centurion seemed to turn slightly, glancing over his shoulder and gazing at Sin on the bed, the Centurion seemed to smile slightly before looking back at the fat man with a neutral yet intimidating expression. "Your head…"
Slowly walking towards the tyrant, the fat man began to back away, only to find that the door behind him suddenly shut closed. As Damocles got closer, a green and blue mist began to gather around his foot as bright orbs danced around him. The mist began to appear under the tyrant's foot as well as Damocles stopped a good three metres of so in front of him.
"I am the Spirit of Vengeance." Damocles spoke as he raised his blade. Now with his back to the door, the tyrant exclaimed desperately. "Wait! Please! I can give you money! Slaves! Anything you want!"
Giving off a raspy chuckle, Damocles walked forwards. "You attempted to rape a little girl that helped me. Now, you shall pay for your crimes."
"No! Wai-" He shouted before Damocles sliced both of his arms off and then chopping his head off with both blades on either side.
Looking down at the corpse as it dropped to the ground, the Ghostly Centurion spoke emotionlessly. "Your debt is paid."
As the mist and orbs began to disperse, Damocles turned around and walked towards a frightened yet hopeful Sin. Sin quickly got off the bed and turned to face the Centurion as he removed his helmet, revealing the handsome face she saw 9 years ago. "It's really you…"
"Yes, Sin." Damocles spoke as he reached a hand out to her. Sin looked down at his gloved hand before reaching out with her own. Smiling, Damocles continued. "I believe that I've completed my end of the bargain."
Returning his smile, Sin replied with seriousness yet a small amount of happiness. "My life is yours."
"Then let us go." He said before a bright mist enveloped the both of them.
Moments later, as the mist dispersed, all that was left was the corpse of the tyrant within the room.
I am Hate. I am Vengeance. I am. Damocles...